I know it’s been said before but, as a teenage girl with friends of both genders, double standards are a massive issue for me. It’s come to a head recently, because of two entirely unrelated events.
Exhibit A – Female Friend, post feminist with spells of Female Chauvinist Pig.
Female Friend recently broke up with Older Boyfriend after a long term relationship (for a 16 year old). She was recently reintroduced to a long lost childhood friend, and she’s In Love. It’s great, she’s happy and the feeling seems to be mutual.
So what’s the problem?
Well, there’s been uproar among the other girls in my year. It’s too soon after her last breakup, she broke Older Boyfriend’s heart – she didn’t, it ended amicably and they’d been on/off for …
I recently saw a commercial for lingerie football. Basically, it’s a bunch of “hot”women running around playing tackle football in their underwear. At first I was appalled. Why is it that women don’t get to play football normally in the league and often at most high schools but they get the chance only when they’re doing it half naked? You don’t see men playing football in their underwear, so why do you see women? Isn’t that exploitation? Then, I realized that it’s their choice. If they feel confident in their sexuality and want to play football in their lingerie, that’s okay, they have the right. They are people, they are women, and they can do what they want with their bodies.
Lately, I’ve been reading a lot- on the FBomb and elsewhere- about the “conflict” between promiscuity, “self-respect,” and feminism. I won’t pretend that it hasn’t disturbed me. My first though is always a knee-jerk, “We have more important things to worry about than how we handle our own personal sexualities!”
When I read feminists expressing what I see as a very self-righteous, holier-than-thou attitude regarding “overly sexual,” “promiscuous” women and how they are “hurting the feminist movement” (don’t they have any self-respect?! Why can’t they put on some goddamn underwear?! They are objectifying themselves, and giving the patriarchy permission to objectify womenkind!) I literally cringe at the control-freakiness of it all. But I likewise cringe when feminists write of the “self-empowerment” of pole-dancing, participating in orgies, giving blow jobs, and …
So, as you may or may not have heard, a topless photo of Hayley
Williams was posted on her Twitter. The post was deleted fifteen
minutes later, and thirty minutes after that, another post appeared saying she’d been hacked. Nobody knows whether or not this is true, but the internet is abuzz with speculation, and, of course, judgments on her moral character. There are some who say “she’d never do that, she was hacked” and some who say there’s no way she was hacked and she’s a trashy slut, and some who say “oh, she made a mistake, we all do.” Well, I’m calling b.s. on all of these viewpoints.
You guys. Big deal. They are boobs. Girls have boobs. Did you
know? Twenty-one-year-old women have boobs. Women who sing for bands I like have boobs, …
When I took an online ‘female/male brain’ quiz for class, it told me I have a male brain. I have a strong visuospatial sketchpad – I got nearly 100% on both an angles task and a rotation one. This is an easy thing to explain away culturally: I love cars, speak loudly and frequently in male-dominated conversation, want to be a scientist when I grow up – I may as well be XY. But I got “female” results too – excellent at verbal tasks, ring and pointer fingers are the same length, prefer traditionally masculine faces. It appears that my ability to spin blocks in my head is the only indicator of my so-called masculinity. That it is so strongly weighted that way makes me call b.s. on the whole …